Lyrical Breakdown of In Between Us - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "In Between Us" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Scarface feat. Nas weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "In Between Us" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Scarface feat. Nas employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Scarface feat. Nas's narrative.

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Circumstances are like my first fight I lost

It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping

Oh shit, this little nigger's thugging

I mean, I was thirteen

I was no singer, knot on my face

But no chose another time and a place

That I would revenge my last fight 'cause the same shit

Ain't gonna happen that just happen last night

Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting

Hit 'em, slice 'em

Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife

My product give another nigger advice, shoot dice

Do plenty of shit 'cause this life, how many you get?

How many niggers do you know gte two

Besides a nigger who snitch to skip a life-bid

Be one in your crew

I don't respect killers, I respect thoughtout knowledge

Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance

Lessons, catch your mental to a young disciple

Focus, take care of your brothers, niggers do as I do

Keep your enemies close, where they can see you

It not your enemy you get you

It's always your own people

Mass confusion, in my head

Killing me, driving me mad

I be wondering, can I trust my friends?

Will they stab me in my back everytime they can?

Am I paranoid? and if that's the case

Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?

I can't handle this, I'm losing it

With the little strength I'm hanging on to emptiness

Help your brother, save him from the

Evil demons, in between us, came between us

I know you hate me, don't you

I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came

You probably rather see me die in the game

You probably rather see me die in a plane

Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough

I get my money shit changed

And niggers start looking at me different than this

I'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch

But I'ma tell a motherfucker like this

You going good is what you come up against

Nigger you get what you get

So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence

But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench

I'ma starter while you riding the bench

You saying you a player, weel I'm the one designing your prints

Something to go by, to let these niggers know I

Don't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die

Best friends since high school seniors

The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us